I experimented with some different basing, giving the newish GW Agrellan Earth stuff a try. Painted the base, put the Agrellan Earth on, after it dried drybrush, washed and drybrushed again, added some static grass. I think it looks OK. Doesn't look like much from a distance, but closer in you can see the various cracks. Painting over it was pretty easy, look forward to trying it for some damage/wear to vehicles.

In other campaign news, one of my fellow ork players has nominated his boar boys (count as warbikers) to terrorize the battlefields. Ten warbikers, nob with klaw/bosspole. Cyborg boars with laser eyes, what could go wrong? No firm name yet, but suggestions of The Hawg Wild Riderz and the Sons of Anorky have been floated.

And a story of the Sisters preparing for war:

The remembrancer’s first emotion as he passed under the vaulted archway
and into the ship’s cavernous reliquarium was fear – fear that he might
fall straight through the expansive transparent floor that stretched
before him, and plummet to the surface of the pale blue globe far below.
Visible underneath the filigreed glass, the sight of the agri-world and
its stunning pastoral calm quelled his vertigo – or maybe it was the
wine of the welcoming ceremonies, he thought. Either way, he felt a
warmth wash over him as he entered the sacred chamber. The cruiser
Faith’s Redoubt was known in the fleet as a design-magus’ dream, and he
marveled at how beautiful she must have looked to the observers in the
thirty-three other ships of the Convent’s mission as they glanced
through their portals and glimpsed her, framed by the blackness and the
globe. The thought occurred to him that he’d be an unusual sight were
they close enough to spot him on the deck – he was, now that the priests
had been dispatched to the planetary capital, the only male aboard any
ship in the fleet.

As he pondered, the system’s star began to
set brightly behind the smallest of the three continents. “Magnificent…”
he whispered, inaudibly, he thought...

“It is.” said a woman’s voice behind
him, and as he turned, startled, her tall presence passed. By insignia a
superior in the Order of the Zealous Flame, the woman was not admiring
the sunset as expected, but had locked her gaze on a small boxy
object at the far end of the chamber, towards which the ornate decor
seemed to be leading. He hesitated, but followed her clinking ceramite
steps as a choir far-off in a high pulpit beside them began a song. She
continued to speak as they walked without ever looking his way.

“It is magnificent, indeed, to give ourselves to our Emperor, that we may receive his light.” “It is magnificent to hone ourselves like swords, that we may, when He calls on us, not be found lacking.” “It is magnificent to heed to his Truth, that we may die purely and burn his mark on the vile.”

In large strides they walked, and soon reached the box, a gilded
reliquary coffin that formed the chamber’s altar, over which was carved
SANCTUS CELESTINA ETERNAE and which seemed to fill the remembrancer with
a buzzing stir.

More voices had joined to the choirs around
him, and as he watched he was shocked to see the bones within were
glowing and pulsing with the ebbs and flows of song. The harmony
intensified, and as the sacred words of the Superior continued, he saw
cloth, gold, steel, afterimages on his eyes, but he could not blink them
away now!

The Sister turned and locked gaze with him for the
first time. “I permitted your presence in the sanctum today,
Remembrancer, to ensure beyond any doubt that my Order recalls for
millennia with righteous pride the Resurrection of the Saint to lead
this crusade.” As she spoke, the hymns reached a brilliant peak of
resonance, and golden light poured forth from the reliquary, blinding
the Terran remembrancer as he staggered and fell to the floor. The beat
of great wings filled the air, and a rush of wind over his face – he
opened his bleary eyes, and hovering above him was an angel, a massive
angel of light, in gilt armor, her blonde hair like the Sun, and
wielding a great sword of fire. The remembrancer was stunned, filled not
with fear but with fervor – in all his visits to the holiest of the Emperor's shrines, nothing ever like this!

The Superior, with the Living Saint Celestine now above her, walked calmly to a nearby glass portal-wall, looking out into the darkness, the final light of the star’s setting falling away behind the
planet. Lit from behind now only by the burning glow of the angel, her
head dropped, and her voice was unexpectedly quiet as she spoke her last
words of the night.

“This planet will tomorrow be our pyre for the xenos. This system will burn, and they will not pass by. The xenos expect war and will find damnation. There is no clemency, no tolerance for their vile sin."

She raised her head, her face shrouded in darkness. "Let us be ready for the morning’s endeavor.”

She turned, and her visage was fury. “LET US NOT SUFFER THE WICKED TO LIVE!”

WIP-REVIEW: More scenery for Robotech!
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First update of this year!
I've been building the scenery sets from 4Ground I have so far:
Primera actualización del año!
He estado armando los sets de escen...